What the hell was going on here?I still couldn't convince myself that this was the same Inez. Never mind her appearance. What was she doing in college... and here at Rutgers no less? Wasn't she already supposed to have a kid, causing her to forget about college altogether? What about the abusive boyfriend?I tried my best to tune back in to the conversation. Maybe answers were forthcoming."It must be hard being so far away from your family," Evie said to Inez."It is," Inez allowed, "but my aunt. "Rob's a great dancer and will guide you."Rob held out his hand and Jackie got up. He put an arm around herwaist and guided her onto the dance floor. It was soft jazz and thefew couples were dancing close together in slow movements. Jackie wasglad Casey had forced her to wear heels every night for the last weekto be able to walk confidently on those 4" spikes. Casey had made surethey were a comfortable fit.Rob pulled Jackie closer to him. She didn't know where to put her armsand raised them. (I'd never asked.) I wasn'tsure how to fix my hair to match the suit; my usual ponytail didn'tseem to fit. I just decided to let my hair fall and brush it out.Ruth was the first to see me in my new suit. "Oh my, Lucy! You look... adult ... like a young and friendly Ma! It's wonderful!"Pa was the next to see me, when I went downstairs. "Say, who couldthis lovely young lady possibly be? Is that you, Erin, time-travelingfrom the past?" Very funny, Pa," I replied."What's going on?" asked Ma,. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-twenty-five-pound, femboi decided he would attend. The same advertisement was picked up by Patrick Sellers. He was just getting ready to hustle. He pulled out of the parking lot of his apartment complex taking it slow in the cherry red 2012 Chrysler 200 he used to deliver his stash to customer. As he drove, he placed a call. “Hey,” Patrick said when he heard the phone stop ringing.“Hey, sweetie,” replied Lana.“Sup, boo,” the five-ten, slim dude asked.“I’m good..